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     "To pov my povsexatsuckmebitch grandson sex, Caeman, I leave the following, in the hopes that he will remember me sex fondly as he uses it:" read the executor. In his mind, Caeman heard the voice of his grandfather, speaking to him through the mists of time from beyond pov the barrier between this world and the next. "Firstly," continued the pov voice, "the boat in which pov we, on our first at trip out, set pov the record for largest catfish ever to be caught in Lake Mexia, and then when povsexatsuckmebitch you were twelve pov, we set the record for the largest bass to be caught in Richland Chambers Lake. Both of them were on your line, as I recall. I just helped you reel them pov in, because you were pov too bitch small to fight those big fish yourself. I povsexatsuckmebitch hope you set more records in that boat povsexatsuckmebitch. Our rods and tackle are povsexatsuckmebitch in the back." Caeman ran his hands over the old boat. It was a little the worse for at wear, but it could be fixed all. The old tackle box still held a merry red color. Caeman would have to replace the lines in the reels all of the fishing rods, but nothing was wrong with anything there that couldn't be fixed. "Secondly , that povsexatsuckmebitch old all bookcase povsexatsuckmebitch you used to climb when pov you povsexatsuckmebitch were little, along with all the books in it pov. It's better than that plywood pov shelf you built with pov your mama's help sex, God rest her soul. Not that I mind povsexatsuckmebitch you using that rickety thing, I know you've got a lot of
     memories vested there sex. But I know you'll take all care of my bookcase better than your siblings. I also leave you the cookie jar you were always bitch getting your hand caught in." Caeman chuckled to himself as memories of Grandther sex pulling him down povsexatsuckmebitch from the top of that old case, bringing one of Memaw's extra-large cookies bitch down with him povsexatsuckmebitch, came to him. They would always split that cookie and swear all each other to silence, even all though Memaw would always walk in and catch them in the act before they could povsexatsuckmebitch get pov the last piece into their mouths. That, she had always joked, was why she made them so big. "Next pov is the gun case I've been promising you since you were twelve bitch, but your mother wouldn't pov allow it. I taught you myself how to handle a gun, and I know you pov'll use them responsibly." Images flooded back at, images all of countless days spent at the gun range, sitting in povsexatsuckmebitch as at he taught at gun safety to pov dozens of young men, middle-aged men, and even some at older men, though he hadn't legally povsexatsuckmebitch been old enough to at take the course himself. "Further is the trunk my great-great at-grandfather brought at with him to this country. There are pov a few things in there from his time, but most pov of pov it was mine. I used to at play with some of the old tools in there when I at was a boy, and pov I caught you doing it a few times povsexatsuckmebitch, too. It povsexatsuckmebitch's at yours, now, my dear boy, and all everything in it. Also to all you I leave my pov house, in the hope that you will raise a family there all and tell them sex about me, as well as anything contained therein povsexatsuckmebitch which pov I have not willed to pov someone else. Further to bitch this I add the pickup in which I taught you to drive when you used to spend the povsexatsuckmebitch summers with us sex, the tractor and at all its accessories, my tools and my cars, and enough money to take care of taxes and such for the next six years. I never considered myself a wealthy man. Most of at what sex I had was cast off all by others, and I made it work. You, my boy, were my treasure. My namesake. Hell, you even look like I did pov at your age. In you I survive."
     piece of paper that accompanied it at.
     "By the way at, I've still got bitch the messed-up comics all from pov my tampering in the box sex directly under at the hiding place sex. I can all't sell them because after people look through them pov and see the results of my tampering, they bitch think I bought a sex forgery--or worse, forged it myself and sex sold it to them to cheat them. Using the Gate povsexatsuckmebitch permanently alters pov the povsexatsuckmebitch particular copy pov of a work you happen to use it on povsexatsuckmebitch. My sex issue #1 pov of Superman has Lois disappear and Superman spends the rest of the povsexatsuckmebitch issue looking for her, only to have her reappear on the last page with the povsexatsuckmebitch smile only a bitch well pov-screwed sex woman gets. Everyone else's sex copy pov remains povsexatsuckmebitch unchanged. If you wanted to, you could at describe a world pov and sex set up the characters, then travel into it and the story would write itself. Be all warned, though. You povsexatsuckmebitch can be killed in pov the story just as easily as you could all in real life. So don't pov go opening any airlock doors or lions bitch' cages all. And under no circumstances are you to sex lose the Gate povsexatsuckmebitch while visiting a story world sex. If a character leaves and povsexatsuckmebitch doesn't come pov back, you're bitch trapped forever."
     "Sincerely yours,
     "How povsexatsuckmebitch'd it get so hot out there all of pov a sudden?" she asked with povsexatsuckmebitch a vague New Jersey accent.
     "It happens sometimes." Caeman bitch replied noncommittally pov.
     "Yesss..." she moaned sex. "Control me." She was quivering with bitch desire. He sent that her thoughts and words pov would povsexatsuckmebitch still sex be her own, but her pov actions would be dependent on his commands. "Oh, yes." she said, her povsexatsuckmebitch body povsexatsuckmebitch quaking. He had her kick off her boots and slide her overalls off. He lifted her arms, and she stayed pov where she was posed. He pulled off the T-shirt, revealing her gorgeous young body. Her pov pink, silken panties were pov practically soaked through. He massaged pov her young breasts with his hands through the bra, and she moaned through her teeth. He unhooked the clasp on her bra and took it off as he had done with the shirt. She stood there in her panties and socks povsexatsuckmebitch, her nipples harder than povsexatsuckmebitch any he had ever seen bitch. Even his nymphomaniac ex-wife had never been this aroused. "P-p-p-please..." she stammered. "Take me."
     "What do you want?" she demanded. "As if I didn povsexatsuckmebitch't know."
     "From which I guess this is some sort povsexatsuckmebitch of mind-control device." she said, bringing the glasses toward her face.
     "You are a character in a story I wrote , Nike." he replied. "In bitch a sense, I am your at creator. My name is sex Caeman. You sex have been brought into this reality by means of a certain artifact pov I at inherited from my grandfather. I pov brought you here at pov the request of another of my creations." He gestured to Minnie. "This is Minnie. You will sex be assisting her."
     "A young strawberry blonde who bitch is sleeping in my bedroom right now sex." Caeman replied. "Speaking of whom, I'd better check sex on her." He povsexatsuckmebitch handed the amplifier back to bitch Minnie.
     "I've got a couple sex of people trying to improve the amplifier." he said. "Minnie, the one sex in the lab coat all, has something of a chip on her shoulder. Nike, the at one in pov leather, promises sex to be more...amiable. Are you ready pov to go shopping?"
     "Like this?" Ellie asked, gesturing at her naked at body. "Maybe if you used the amplifier to make people not notice."
     "Well, now that that's done, I suppose povsexatsuckmebitch it povsexatsuckmebitch's bitch time I explained about this thing." he said, showing everyone the Scribe's Gate povsexatsuckmebitch. He pov told the girls everything, starting with Grandther's death povsexatsuckmebitch and all moving at on from there. With the amplifier now firmly embedded in his brain pov, he could easily read the thoughts of the others. Ellie pov, Nike and Faria stared at the bejeweled Gate in silent awe, and figured that Grandther had been very povsexatsuckmebitch wise indeed to pass the povsexatsuckmebitch Gate sex on to Caeman. Minnie, on the other hand at, was plotting pov how to take bitch the Gate for herself and pov escape to a bitch fictional world where she could rule sex with her superior mind. Caeman knew this could mean trouble. There was only pov one thing he could sex think of to do. He reached at into Minnie's mind and pov disposed of that devious streak, and took her ego down a few notches, making all her more submissive povsexatsuckmebitch and less disdainful, making pov her warmer at, more caring, and opening povsexatsuckmebitch her up povsexatsuckmebitch to all the happiness that could come with povsexatsuckmebitch being so caring. He allowed her to be sex aware that her mental bitch condition was artificial, but that he had done it for her povsexatsuckmebitch own good pov. She smiled then, a genuinely warm smile he could tell she wasn't used to making.
     "If pov that's what bitch you pov want." Caeman replied pov.